Like many millions of people, I lost power on Monday evening. Tuesday evening, by candlelight, I whipped up a fierce batch of risotto with local-caught clams that I had in my quickly losing-its-chill refrigerator. By Wednesday, though, nothing in our fridge was safe for consumption. And the thought of spending another night sitting in the dark was entirely too much to bear. Seriously, candlelight gets old FAST, folks. And, I figured, as most of you already have, that some local restaurants would be serving. And I figured right!
We walked into one of our favorite spots to find smiling hosts, warm lights, hot food, upbeat music, and even laughter. More than the delicious dishes, though, it seemed that we were all there for the sense of community and camaraderie (Okay, I may also have been there for the beautiful bottle of Barbaresco we enjoyed!). We traded stories of darkness, damage, and delays with other diners, while gently reminding one another that spotty cell service, while inconvenient, isn’t a tragedy. The time we spent there was the perfect recipe for relief.